Old Magic

James Long
Jun 10, 2024
1 min read

Inhale

And out

Wishing like a child

beyond reach

Somehow

it was lost along the way

Pennies, from holes in pockets

Wild and vivid and reckless

The wax drips on the icing

Still the smiles are real, still

The soft aroma of flowers and soil

Passes everywhere

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